polyphony.

sometimes...

i wish titling each blog entry wasn't such a cool thing to do. i swear, i waste 5-10 minutes each time, trying to think of something catchy.

anyway.

at work, on lunch again, 15 minutes left. half hour lunches suck, don't let anybody tell you differently. i just finished murdering 2 pieces of chicken and some flimsy rolls from crown fried chicken, the all night chicken shop. it wasn't that good, but i'm just that hungry.

i sat here this entire morning figuring out how many albums i'd have to sell, and at what price, to equal a mid-range salary. i just can't see working for somebody else, especially here, all my life. the thought is unfathomable. i just wanna be able to sit home, create, and then peddle my shit worldwide. wake up at 10am instead of 7am, and eat cap'n crunch w/milk, watching sportcenter and shit.

this hustling to work to deal with 50 personalities (15 of them belonging to the man sitting next to me) and getting paid jack shit for it... it's painful, man.

i mean-

i'm happy i've got work. i see these cats who come thru to do temp work for this company, they get paid less than i do, get treated like shit, and should they quit or get fired or have whatever sort of seperation from this company, they have nothing to show for it. no severance pay, no benefits... and the fucks upstairs know this, which is why they refuse to hire even their BEST temp employees. the worst part is, these guys (for the most part) have families, are trying to come up out of whatever bullshit they've been involved in, just trying to make some honest money. and most of them are black. i've seen 2 white guys as opposed to around 100 likeskinned folks.

so yeah, i know it could be way worse for me. i dunno. i'm tired of talking about this job tho.

2 minutes left. 1:39pm.

later.